Harry Potter: Card Drawing System

Next, everyone was divided into two groups by Snape. To prevent Hermione from helping Harry, Snape dropped Hermione into a group with Alvin. Michael Corner, who was also a Ravenclaw student, went to join Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown.

Alvin looked at the shaggy-haired girl in front of him, the messy hairstyle couldn't hide the girl's delicate face, and the slightly discordant front teeth slightly damaged the overall beauty.

But it also makes the girl look a little cuter.

Well, it's a good Loli.

Nodding to Hermione, showing his friendliness, Alvin began to lower his head to handle the ingredients on hand.

Hermione, on the other hand, seemed a little hesitant to speak. But in the end, she spoke up.

"Alvin Gaunt, is your primary school in Garden Elementary?"

Alvin raised his head in surprise and looked at Hermione.

"Yes, I graduated from Garden Elementary School, how did you know?"

Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, and the answer in her heart was finally confirmed.

Then answered quickly.

"Sure enough, it's you. When I heard your name at the sorting ceremony, I guessed it like that."

Immediately, Hermione extended her hand generously.

"Get to know me, my name is Hermione Granger, your primary school classmate, but I'm in class 4. I've heard your legend at the time, you can't come to school several times a year, but every time you're full Full marks."

Alvin suddenly realized that he and Hermione were classmates in the same elementary school. He hadn't recognized Hermione because he was so busy making money at that time that he didn't go to school a few times.

If he had known that he and Hermione were classmates, he would have been. . . Ahem, that can't be said.

Alvin also held out his hand and shook hands with Hermione.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Granger. It seems that we have a lot of fate."

"Just call me Hermione. In addition, you kept pressing me in elementary school. When you came to Hogwarts, I would not admit defeat. I must be on top of you."

The girl looked at Alvin seriously and said confidently.

Alvin smiled and didn't care, the girl in front of him was so serious. However, it's pretty cute.

"Mr. Gaunt, if I were you, what I would do now is not to tease my classmates, but to immediately put the ingredients into the cauldron."

Snape's gloomy voice came from the side, causing Hermione to blush.

However, Alvin's face was thick enough, and he calmly put the ingredients into the cauldron and stirred it up.

Seeing that Alvin was unmoved, Snape gave up targeting. Like a bat again, it floated to Harry's side, staring closely at Harry's every move, ready to spray at any time.

Just like that, an hour later, a group of little wizards walked out of the Potions Classroom with dejected faces.

Especially Harry, who had been sprayed by Snape into a delirious, confused mind. He had a playful expression on his face.

Just now, Snape had deducted 5 points from Gryffindor because of his irregular operation.

And Alvin stayed, and seeing Harry's tragic condition, he felt the need to chat with Snape.

He didn't want to be stared at by an old bat. Although he was not afraid, it was trouble after all.

"Mr. Gaunt, I think you should leave my classroom now. Do you want me to lock you up by staying here?"

Alvin is also unambiguous and gets right to the point.

"Professor, I think we can talk."

Snape didn't speak and stared at the young man in front of him with his black eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

Alvin continued.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't want to see what happened at the sorting ceremony, but you saw it too, the mouth of the Sorting Hat, too soon."

"As you said, although I am from the Gaunt family, I am a half-blood. As far as I know, Slytherin is not very welcome to students like me."

"Ravenclaw was a better choice for me, for me, and the rest of Slytherin."

With that said, Alvin looked at Snape, waiting for his reply.

The expression on Snape's face didn't change at all, he just stood there, watching Alvin silently.

For a moment, the entire classroom fell silent, and Alvin could even hear Snape's breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Snape finally spoke.

"Mr. Gaunt, there are some things that I can stop here, but the behavior of some students is beyond my control, even if I am their Head of House."

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, and the matter was finally resolved. He also wanted to have a good relationship with Snape and learn more about potions.

"Of course, Professor, I only care about your attitude. As for the others, it doesn't matter. Then I'll take my leave."

After speaking, Alvin gave a slight salute and left the classroom.

Snape looked at the back of Alvin's departure and said nothing for a long time. With deep eyes, he quietly looked into the distance.

"If, if I could be like him at the time, Lily, would we have a different ending?"

Snape muttered to himself, and two tears appeared in his eyes.

. . .

Alvin had no idea what Snape was thinking, and that now he was being stopped by Fred and George.

"Ah! Good afternoon, Master Gaunt."

Fred and George exaggerated and gave Alvin a funny salute.

Alvin was speechless and rolled his eyes.

"No kidding, what's wrong?"

Fred grinned and hugged Alvin's shoulders.

"George and I sincerely invite you to join the Hogwarts night party tonight, this Saturday, at midnight, in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. See you there."

Alvin was a little curious, about what the twins were pulling him to do. But he had nothing to do anyway, just to see what they were going to do.

So Alvin agreed immediately.

Seeing that Alvin agreed very readily, George and Fred walked away.

After saying goodbye to the two living treasures, Alvin hurried to the auditorium and ate a few bites of lunch at random. There was a history of magic in the afternoon, so the time was a bit rushed.

In the history of magic class, Alvin fell asleep directly, and his professor was a ghost, Professor Binns. The whole time, his tone did not fluctuate, and the person listening was drowsy.

Alvin couldn't hold it, and after listening for ten minutes, facing Hermione's hateful eyes not far away, he successfully fell asleep.

At the same time, in the principal's office on the eighth floor, Snape and Dumbledore sat opposite each other, and a conversation about Alvin was about to start.